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Gym Class Part 1- Arrival
Sat Oct 10, 2015 1:27am
Gym Class Part 1- Arrival
The small, blonde, blue-eyed girl shuffles into the gym with her eyes on the floor, clutching her bag tight against her chest. She can feel all of her new classmates staring at her. The teacher frowns.
"You must be Jane. You're late! And on the very first day of school, no less. Damn kids these days... Well, take a seat on the floor there. There's a spot open in the back." The gym teacher, a fat, balding, monstrosity of a man shifts his focus from the hapless new freshman to address the class. "So as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I am Mr. Klein. I'll be your gym teacher this year, although the school is making me take on some student teacher from the university. 'To help me out' they say. To replace me, they mean. Damn kids. I always knew they'd come for my job, I've said it since day one..." He throws his clip board over his shoulder in frustration and walks to his office muttering to himself. “Get started!” he shouts before he slams the door.
The students look around at one another and collectively shrug. They get up and head to the locker rooms. Boys to the left, girls to the right. The teacher's office lies between them. Jane is the last to rise. Clutching her bag ever tighter, she drags her feet as she follows the other girls into the locker room, reminiscent of a long, slow, death march.
She enters as her fellow classmates are in various states of undress. Shirts and shorts thrown about across the lockers and benches. Girls chat and giggle and joke. Most appear to be sophomores and juniors, along with a handful of seniors. She recognizes no fellow freshmen. She meanders the locker room, unsure of where to go, not wanting to make eye contact as the other girls strip down to their bras and panties and throw on their t-shirts and gym shorts. She notes that most keep their bra on, but some of the older girls change into a sports bra first. "At least I won't have to deal with those things." She whispers to herself.
She finds a quiet corner. It's in the last row of lockers, by the showers. Luckily enough, there aren’t any other girls changing back here. She has the whole row to herself! Away from prying eyes and judgmental looks, cruel jokes and stinging laughs. She lays her bag down in the bench and selects the locker with the most paint left on it (not including the colorfully worded graffiti covering most of the row). This school clearly needs a bigger budget.
Jane looks around, then lifts up her shirt and sticks it inside. She reaches for her gym shirt with one hand, and brings the other to her chest. Her bare chest. Much to her shame, Jane doesn't yet wear a bra. It wasn't such a big deal in middle school, but this HIGH SCHOOL, damnit. She's probably the only girl in the whole school with just a shirt over her chest, she fears. Jane had begged and pleaded with her mother for years to buy her a bra, but the stubborn old lady had always refused. "A bra? You're much too young, sweetie. Come talk to me when you're 18, what do I always tell you. And besides, it's not like you have much work for it to do." The truth of the words always stung her. Her breasts were small for her age, leading to new acquaintances often mistaking her for a year or two younger than her actual age of 14.
As quickly as possible, Jane throws the gym shirt over herself and takes a moment to breathe a sigh of relief at having her dignity restored without anyone seeing. She unzips her jeans and wiggles them off as swiftly as she can. In contrast to her skintight jeans, her baggy, green, hand-me-down gym shorts seem a size too large and slide down too low on her hips. She stomps her foot at the injustice. To her horror, they fall all the way to the floor. Jane can't believe it. Her mother, ever looking for ways to pinch a penny, had decided to give Jane her older sister Alice's gym clothes from last year. Tall, busty, beautiful Alice. She never had to wear hand-me-downs.
Standing there in her hot pink panties, she hears something out of place. Silence. While she was obsessing over her insecurities, everyone else had already finished changing and headed out to class. Oh no... Late for the same class twice in one day. What would Mr. Klein say? Such a horrible man, he won't take kindly to this. She pulls up her oversized shorts, and holding them up with one hand she slams shut the locker and races out to her first gym class.
They all stare at the sight of her, little Jane sprinting towards them while struggling with her ill-fitting shorts. They were just beginning their warm-ups, but they stop when they spot her. She tries to avoid their amused eyes and anxiously looks for a place to stretch. Mr. Klein sees her and grows red with anger. "JANE! You interrupt my class again? You have some nerve, girl. Damn kids. I won't have it. Won't have it! I'll teach your generation some respect! Give me 50 jumping jacks!"
She stares at him in disbelief. 50 jacks? She couldn't do that on her best day, let alone while trying to hold up her shorts. And in front of the class, how horrible. Mr. Klein notices her hesitation and impatiently threatens her with a detention for each unperformed jumping jack.
Left with no choice, she jumps, landing with her arms and legs spread to form an "X". Her shorts fall slightly down her waist. One. They slide down further, the waistband almost making an appearance below the shirt. Two. The pink top of her panties is poking out a centimeter. Three. The students push and shove each other for a better look. Four. She feels them begin to slide down her butt. Five. She closes her eyes, knowing the front of her hot pink panties is now visible to the leering boys and jeering girls. Desperately she tries to spread her legs as wide as she can each jack to keep them up. Six. That only seems to be making it worse. Seven. Her full panty clad triangle must be on display. Eight. She feels a breeze on her thighs. Nine. She hears the shorts hit the floor..
She freezes. Against we her own will her eyes open. She sees the class stare with mouths agape, the laughs turning to stunned silence. Jane stands before them, legs spread, arms in the air, frozen in fear and embarrassment. Hot pink panties and slender pale legs open for viewing. Mr. Klein's eyes nearly bulge out of his head. His pants bulge as well. Every eye in the room is unblinkingly trained on the same spot.
She sees a door next to her open.
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Gym Class Part 2 - Cynthia
Sun Oct 18, 2015 3:14pm
A gorgeous young woman in a tank top and yoga pants pushes open the door to the gym and gasps. She sees a young girl, likely just a freshman, with her shorts around her ankles. A horrible-looking old man stands behind her, gawking and allowing his pants to tent. At first Cynthia thinks the girl is being forced to stand there and expose herself like that, with her arms and legs spread and her panties on display for the whole class to drool at. Then she realizes the little freshman must be frozen in fear, unable to move a muscle. However, as the door slams shut behind Cynthia, a spell seems to break. Breathless laughter erupts from the girls, coarse jokes and cat-whistles from the boys. The old man, presumably the gym coach she was supposed to student-teach for, jumps in surprise when he seer her and and shoves a hand down his pants. "Miss Cynthia is here! She's in charge for the rest of class!" he yells as he sprints for his office.
Miss Cynthia runs to Jane's aid. She ushers the mortified freshman to the locker room and sits her down. "Just wait here, sweetie, I'll be right back". Cynthia races back outside and tosses half a dozen dodgeballs to the class. "Go kill each other" she instructs. Everyone scrambles for the balls in a violent frenzy, except for one sophomore boy who covers the protrusion in the front of his shorts with his hands and waddles awkwardly back to the boy's locker room.
Cynthia returns to find Jane with tears streaming down her cheeks. She finds a towel and kneels down to wrap it around the crying girl's waist. She couldn't even imagine what the girl was going through. Beautiful beyond compare, Cynthia had cruised through high school with a jeweled crown on her head. She noticed that the poor girl's eyes kept reverting back to her breasts enviously. She was used to it at this point; that's part of the deal when you are so naturally well endowed. But her stare was a little... off. Was she looking at her bra?
"What's your name, sweetie?"
"Jane." She sobs.
"Alright, Jane. I think gym class is over for you today. Those jumping jacks... How awful... Did that ugly old teacher make you do that?"
Jane nods.
“Why haven't you put your pants on yet?”
“There’s no point, the shorts won’t stay up.” She weeps.
“I meant your other pants, the ones you wore to school. What about those?”
“They’re gone! It’s all gone!. Someone must have stolen my clothes from my locker while I was out there!”
“What? Oh No! You didn’t have a lock on it?”
“I was late to class today… I was scared… I must have missed the teacher handing out locks!”
"How awful. But don't worry, I'm here to help. I'm sure the school has extra clothes somewhere. In the meantime, why don't you hop in the shower while you have some time alone? You can't go out into the halls all sweaty."
The traumatized girl agrees, and Cynthia heads out. Where to look? Klein's office? Ew. She had a feeling the only pants in there were about to become a little crusty. The school office? Perhaps, but such a long walk... And Cynthia was never one to do her own errands. She can't think of a time past age 12 when she couldn't pass off her chores onto some star-struck boy. She scanned the room for the best candidate. The jock senior? He's had his eyes all over her, but he's probably too hard to control. What about the mousy boy reading in the corner? Too shy. But she soon spies a lanky lad losing a war with acne and says to herself, "Perfect!".
The boy flops about, desperately trying to avoid a red rubbery death. Cynthia leans over and pushes her chest out a bit to get his attention. She beckons him over and he runs through a hail of dodgeballs to get to her, never taking his eyes off her tank top. "Hey, handsome. What's your name?"
"Winston." He wheezes.
"Well, Winston, I'm in a bit of a jam here. I really need to get out of these super tight yoga pants here and into something a little more comfortable. But I can't leave the class unattended. Would you do me a huuuuge favor and check the office for some other pants? Maybe jeans. Just make sure they’re pretty. And a couple sizes smaller than these." She twists around and points to the seat of her pants. She hopes her panties are showing a little bit through the tightly stretched fabric.
Winston's eyes get bigger. In a confused daze he wheezes,"Uh, miss, you want me to get you smaller pants when the pants you have on are already too tight?"
"Yes, sweetie. I don't want to wear these pants anymore... And if the spare pair you bring me is too small to put on then I guess I'll have to just get comfortable in my under-"
The boy is gone in a flash. Cynthia hopes the poor boy doesn't get in trouble with a hall monitor for hauling ass like that down the hallways.
"And a belt! Don't come back without a belt!" Cynthia shouts after him. She hopes he heard her.
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Gym Class Part 3 - Jack
Sun Oct 18, 2015 3:25pm
Part 3- Jack
The frazzled sophomore paces in the boy’s locker room, hands on top of his head, looking ready to pull out his hair. What had he done? What if he gets caught? The others will be back soon. He has to get rid of the evidence, and fast. Curse that girl. Curse these hands. Curse these voices.
Jack remembers how it all started. That pretty little freshman girl and her stupid jumping jacks. It’s all her fault, to be frank. She was late. Twice. And she had those stupid shorts that were too damn big. Why couldn’t she have just been on time? Then the sight of her slender frame and panty-clad wonderland wouldn’t have caused his trouser tent to spring up in front of the whole class. He’d never been so humiliated in his life. He had covered himself with his hands and ran best he could into the safety of the locker room.
Except that’s where things really went south. When he entered, he heard a low moaning noise coming from the wall. He was fairly certain that this voice was coming from outside his mind. Fearing ghosts (Jack did NOT need another exorcism… the last one hurt like hell), he put on his brave face and set out to investigate. What he found by carefully inspecting the walls was a tiny hole, small enough to have escaped everyone’s notice. It was on the wall shared with Mr. Klein’s office, positioned in the right location to see a majority of the locker room, including most changing areas and showers. Jack peered through it.
It was the most scarring sight of his life. Mr. Klein sat in his big leather chair, pants unzipped and salami in hand. Beating furiously. Eyes tightly shut. Jack sneaks over to the door connecting the locker room to the teacher’s office.It was locked, of course, and only the old man had the key. No matter. Jack had been picking locks for years now. The best things to steal are the ones locked away. Those are the ones people treasure most.
It started early on with small things… pencils, paperclips, erasers… things nobody would miss, things his classmates wouldn’t even notice were gone. But as Jack grew older, the voices intensified. Now Jack needs to steal valuable items as well. Things that the owner would be devastated without. That’s the ultimate rush, and such adrenaline is all they’ll settle for now.
He worked through the lock with a stolen paperclip in two seconds flat. He stayed low to the ground and light on his feet. Klein’s eyes were still squeezed tight in pleasure. He took Klein’s stapler, his pencil, his computer mouse. He jacked his wallet, his keys, his cell phone. He even took the belt that the fat old man had hastily thrown to the floor.
Jack was about to head back a happy, happy boy when he noticed another door on the opposite side of the office. That must lead to the girl’s room. Well… there’s nobody in there, Jack reasoned. It couldn’t hurt to take a little look around.
He picked the lock silently and took his first step into forbidden territory. The girl’s locker room. He was surprised at how similar it was. He had imagined it would look much cleaner, nicer, and pinker. Almost immediately he hears the sobbing. It’s coming from that pink pantied bitch, the one who had humiliated him in front of so many people! The very sight of her made him flush with anger. She was sitting on a bench, her head in her hands. Jack sneaks past her and spots a nearby locker slightly ajar. No lock. Perfect. He grabs its contents in one smooth, silent motion and sneaks back around past the girl. That damn girl. Look at her, she’s looking… looking so pretty… with her slender, smooth body… her sweet, tear-stained face... her exposed underwear… her nipples poking through her shirt… she must have forgotten a bra….
It was back up before Jack even made it out of the room. He passed Klein again, still going to town like it was his last day on Earth. He reached the safety of the boy’s locker room, tucked the boner into the waistband of his gym shorts, and dropped his precious prizes on a bench for closer inspection. The shitload of Klein’s stuff was mostly junk. The cell phone is a decade old and filthy. The wallet is empty, not even a credit card. It just had some coupons for cat food in it. The keys might be good for a prank later on, though. Finally Jack looks over the afternoon’s grand prize. A girl’s clothes. The thing girls value most of all, successfully stolen by Jack Johnson, Master Thief! What a rush! Ah, the look on her face when she sees that her clothes are… wait… the realization dawned on Jack. They were Pink Panty’s clothes.
Screw the girl, Jack. Don’t waste time feeling guilty. She deserves it, It’s her fault you're here right now. Listen to us. You need to worry about yourself. You’re in some deep shit here!
Now Jack paces the room in blind panic. There are bound to be some losers from the dodgeball game coming back any minute. They’ll come into the room, they’ll see him standing there with a bunch of stolen stuff and a weakly concealed boner and by tomorrow the whole school will know him as Kinky Klepto Jack, the weirdo who is sexually aroused by petty larceny.
What was the plan here, Jack? What was the endgame? This is exactly your problem, you never think things through. Bonehead!
Jack slaps hard himself on the head, over and over again, as if to beat up the voices inside.
Ok, alright… just calm down. Stop pacing. Stop hitting yourself. Deep breaths. Let us take over for a while, buddy. It’s all going to be alright. First things first. You’ve gotta get rid of that boner. That’s the smoking gun!
Luckily for Jack, he had just witnessed a stellar tutorial on how to do exactly that. He drops his shorts, whips off his boxers, and strokes as fast as he can. He feels some pressure building, but not fast enough. The girl, the voices tell him. Think of the girl. Jack scans his loot and grabs the girl’s shirt. It looks soft enough. He wraps it around his penis, stroking faster and faster. He pictures the girl in his mind, her pink panties, her shapely pink rump. He closes his eyes the pressure builds more and more. Just then, he hears voices. Grumblings from dodgeball's first group of losers, ready to hit the showers. Jack gasps. A wave of pleasure wracks his body. The losers walk into the locker room and stop dead in their tracks.
Jack stands before them, nude from the waist down. Surrounded by random office supplies and Mr. Klein’s belt. Holding a girl’s silky shirt around his dick. Slimy residue everywhere. On Jack, on the shirt, on the floor, on the lockers, on the benches. No one speaks. Jack calmly wipes himself off, turns around, and walks casually towards the showers as if just finishing a game of dodgeball himself.
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Gym Class Part 4- Judd
Mon Dec 14, 2015 9:21pm
My apologies, it's been a while. Here's the next part to this story, with more chapters coming very soon. I've also got another story in the works, so keep your eyes peeled for that. As always, your constructive feedback is crucial and very much appreciated!
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Part 4- Judd
Judd sees the dodgeball flying towards him and catches it with ease. It was a pretty weak throw, no problem for Judd the Stud. Judd returns the package back to its sender, hitting him square on the chest and knocking the kid (Marcus, Judd thinks, but he can't be sure, these wimps are all the same to him) onto his ass. Out. The wimp limps over to the corner where his backpack is and pulls out a book. A book! What a wimp!
Judd looks over to that crazy hot student teacher to make sure she saw his dominance. He'd been checking her out all class. His eyes catch her's briefly, then to his annoyance she tries to get that wimp Winston's attention. Bends over to show off her chest. Judd grinds his teeth. Why Winston? Can't she see he's a wimp? Everyone here is a wimp. They're not like Judd, Judd's an alpha, the king of this school. Judd's ripped, dammit, why isn't what's-her-name paying any attention to him?
Judd dodges a ball and hurls one at a guy on the other side. Another wimp down. The loser retreats to the wall to wait for some others to get out as well. Fine, if the student teacher isn't going to make things easy for him, there are a million other girls who will. He winks at a chubby girl on his team. Maggie, thrilled to at last be noticed by the handsome, muscular senior, winks back and pulls down her shirt a bit to showing him her bra.
Judd sees the student teacher (Cindy? Cathy? Something like that) turn around and stick her sexy butt in the air for that wimp Winston. Screw Winston. Screw what's-her-face. Judd owns this school. He'll show both of them.
He grabs Maggie's arm. "Come with me a second." He pulls her into a small storage closet.
"Judd! You're so bold! I could never... But if you insist!" Maggie whips off her shirt so fast Judd nearly gets whiplash just watching her. She's already dropping her gym shorts to the ground before Judd can stop her.
"Wait, Maggie. I think you misunderstand. Keep your clothes on. Please, keep them on. I pulled you in here because I need a very special favor from you. I’d do it myself, but if I get another detention coach will bench me for the game Friday. Are you in?"
"Yes, Judd, anything for you!"
"Excellent. You know that student teacher? I need her to be humiliated. Badly humiliated. She refuses to recognize my alpha status around here and needs be knocked down a peg."
"I'd love to Judd, I hated that skinny bitch the minute I saw her. But there's just one thing. When you grabbed me with your big strong hands and forced me into this sexy closet, I had certain expectations."
"Expectations?"
"Yes. I'll probably get in a lot of trouble for messing with a student teacher. You'll have to make it worth my while." She motions to his crotch.
Judd swallows. He begins to sweat. Why does she want to see his penis? Does she know? Do they all know? Dear God, they all know, don't they! Judd takes a deep breath to calm himself. She doesn't know. She's just a lonely girl with a crush on the popular kid. Nothing abnormal. How is he going to get out of this without her finding out?
"Listen, there's gotta be something else... I can hook you up with my backup quarterback... Or maybe a linebacker if you're into that. And I've got money, I'll pay you..."
"It's ok, Judd, I don't want any of that. Just lower your shorts a bit. That's all."
Just the shorts? Ok, no problem so far. Judd pulls out the waistband of his shorts and let's Maggie peek inside. She's intrigued, but her face tells him she's far from satisfied. He lowers the shorts a little bit, then a little more. They're past his crotch now, no point keeping them on. He lets them drop to his ankles. "Happy?" He growls.
"Almost. Let's see those boxers join your shorts."
"You said you just wanted to see my underwear!" Judd is terrified. He's made it this far without anyone finding out about his minuscule penis. He's made to his senior year. He'd practiced like hell on the gridiron and worked out so hard in the gym for so many years so that no one would suspect.
"If this is a problem, Judd, you can find someone else to do your bidding for you." She feigns anger and pretends to head out.
"Wait!" Judd grabs her arm. Nobody else would do this for him, he knows that. "How about a compromise. I'll show you half now, half when the jobs done."
She grins and nods. Judd works his boxers down to the base of his penis. Maggie grins at his thick patch of pubic hair. Now things get tricky. The game is to avoid showing Maggie the head... If she doesn't know where it ends, she won't know how small it is. Judd lowers the boxers bit by bit until the top of the waistband just barely conceals the tip of his penis. He gives Maggie a moment to get a good look.
"Satisfied?"
"No way that was half! No way! That wasn't even an inch!"
"What if I showed you my butt too?
Maggie giggles in agreement. Wanting to get this over with, Judd turns around and pulls his boxers down past his rump to expose his butt to the curious girl. He makes sure one hand is keeping the front of his boxers up to avoid revealing his tiny penis.
“You happy now?”
Enthralled by her power, Maggie’s grin grows wider. “The balls too!” she squeals. Judd groans, but he knows it is no use arguing. He cradles his little pecker upwards with one hand to ensure its security, then carefully brings one leg of the boxers up, revealing more of his powerful thighs. He brings it up more and more slowly the farther he goes, until finally his sack comes into view. Knowing that this girl won’t be satisfied with just the bottom tip, he lifts the leg of the boxers up until the base of his penis nearly comes into view. "Alright, Judd, don't worry. I'll get that bitch good for you. Just remember, you owe me some time with that penis! ALL of it!"
Judd breathes a sigh of relief as she exits. He puts his gym shorts back on. He can't believe it. Taken advantage of by a girl two years younger than him. As soon as his secret was in jeopardy, he forgot himself. Of course, he has no intention of showing any more of his child-sized penis to the girl. As soon as she takes care of the student teacher, he'll continue to ignore her like he always has.
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Gym Class Part 5- Winston
Fri Dec 18, 2015 11:33pm
Part 5- Winston
Winston races back into the gym, waving a pair of jeans over his head in triumph. He looks around for Cynthia and sees her ushering a group of boys to the locker room. "Don't hang around here. You've lost, go hit the showers." Cynthia sees Winston and grins. "You've got them!"
Just then, Winston sees a chubby girl in his grade run up to Cynthia. Without warning, she uncaps her water bottle and hurls its contents at her. Cynthia jumps back, gasping as the water hits her chest. Maggie sprints out the door without looking back. Winston observes Cynthia's white tank top, now sopping wet and transparent. Her black bra is showing clear as day. She has no choice but to remove the soaking shirt. The whole class stops to stare at their student teacher, wet and half naked. She crosses her arms over her massive chest.
"Winston, go give that to Jane, now! I have to find that bitch!" She storms out after Maggie. Winston has no clue what to do. Did she just give him permission to go into the girls’ locker room?
Putting aside his inhibitions, Winston decides to go for it. It'll be empty besides Jane, right? And he can't get in trouble if he's just following the student teacher's orders. Winston heads for the girls locker room, but doesn't see anyone inside. "Jane?" He calls. No answer. He ventures deeper, passing row after row of lockers. He thinks he hears water running in the back. He walks over to check it out.
Suddenly he sees Jane emerge from the shower area wearing just a towel.
"Winston, what are you doing here? This is the GIRLS locker room!"
"Oh God, I'm sorry, I just, uh, here..."
Winston panickedly tosses the pants to her. Jane lunges to grab them and loses her grasp on the towel. It falls to the floor. Winston's eyes bug out of his head. Jane bends down to pick up the towel, but it's now covered with muck and grime from the locker room’s unwashed floor. She groans and opts instead to hold up the jeans over her chest, letting them dangle down to shield her pussy from Winston's glazed eyes.
"WINSTON!"
"I'm sorry!" Winston turns to run away.
"Wait! Is this all you got? Just jeans?"
"Yeah... That's all Miss Cynthia told me to get. Oh, and a belt. Whoops."
"Don't worry about the belt, these look skintight. What you SHOULD have worried about is a f*cking shirt, you dolt! I don't want to walk through the hallways in my smelly gym shirt! Everyone will give me judgemental looks... They'll laugh and make jokes..."
Jane looks no stranger to such things. Neither is Winston. Winston searches his brain for a way to help the girl. "Uh, here, take my shirt!" He points to his own smelly gym shirt.
"You're not helping."
"Well, what do you want me to do?"
"Grrr, just turn around for a minute."
Winston turns around. He hears Jane toss the jeans on a bench and open her locker. He can't help himself. He peeks. He sees her slip a pair of panties up her skinny legs. She glances his direction and he quickly averts his gaze. Waits a moment. Peeks again. She pulls her gym shirt over her head. Funny, he doesn't think she even put a bra on first. Next she struggles to fit into the skintight jeans, pulling them up her thighs in small increments. Jane is such a small girl, Winston thought he should grab the smallest pair of pants the office had available. He guesses he should have gone a size larger.
When Winston chances another peek Jane is forcing the jeans up and over her hot pink panties. He notices they are far too short and end halfway down her shin. Jane struggles with the zipper for a couple minutes then slams the locker door with frustration. "No way I'm getting these zipped up." She moans. Her pink panties are visible in the front.
"I think your shirt's long enough to cover that, just pull it down a bit."
"Winston! I told you not to look!"
"Sorry."
"Well, get out of here, if you're going to be all pervy. I'll get Cynthia to help me."
Why does he always have to screw everything up?
"Cynthia's chasing Maggie wet and shirtless through the halls."
"I knew I should have gone to a private school."
"Hey, let me help you out. Your first day of high school is almost over. I'll help you get through it."
"Thanks, I guess. Tell me, are my panties showing?
Yes.
"No"
"Good. Listen, you can go if you want. I'm not moving from this spot for the rest of class. Then I'm going to wait until everyone in the whole school is gone and walk home."
A siren goes off. They both jump.
"LOCKDOWN!" The booming voice of Mr. Klein is ear-splitting even through the walls of the locker room. "EVERYONE TO ME, NOW!"
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Gym Class Part 6- Mr. Klein
Tue Dec 22, 2015 10:16am
Part 6- Mr. Klein
The fat old man jumps a foot in the air and fumbles with his pants at the sound of the siren. Where the hell is his belt? Mr. Klein emerges from his office and looks with disgust at these damn kids flailing around. No discipline these days. Just then he sees that new student teacher, sopping wet and shirtless, run into the gym. She appears to be chasing a fat girl. Mr. Klein shakes his head. Honestly, you turn your back for ten minutes to enjoy yourself and everything turns to chaos.
"LOCKDOWN!" He yells, trying to compete with the siren. "EVERYONE TO ME, NOW!"
The class reluctantly stops their game and tosses in the dodgeballs. Two girls emerge from the locker room... No, make that one girl and one boy. Mr. Klein notes with indignity that this boy thinks he can just skip into the girls locker room whenever he wants, yet when HE does it it's a felony. Mr. Klein notices that the girls pants aren't on quite right and a very familiar pair of panties show through her zipper. Next, a group of boys emerge from their locker room, all looking as though they have just come out of the shower. One boy, Jack, is thrown out by the others wearing just a towel. Seeing all of this gives Mr. Klein a familiar urge. He wants to run back to his office for round two, but he makes himself stay outside a little longer.
Everyone gathers around. "Ok, class, don't be alarmed. This sort of thing happens all the time, some suspicious-looking person was probably spotted in the area. I'm sure he's just misunderstood. But, until the area is cleared by the police, the whole school is on on lockdown. That means nobody enters this gym and nobody leaves."
"For how long?" Jack asked panickedly, clutching tightly to his towel.
"As long as it takes, I don't know, maybe an hour or two." The class groans. "Damn kids these days, so impatient. And so insolent. Where are your clothes, boy?" Jack shrugs. Mr. Klein looks from Jack to Jane to Cynthia. An idea comes to him. "Well, since we have a lot of time to kill, and since half of you seem to think my gym is a strip club, let's play a game. A personal favorite of mine. Strip Dodgeball." The class looks around to one another and whispers, not sure if he's serious. "The rules are simple. You get hit with a ball, you take something off. Catching a ball in the air counts as getting hit with it, so DODGE, it's called DODGEBALL, dammit. You play until one side is completely naked. Judd and Bruce, you're the captains, pick teams."
The class looked shocked. They can't believe this is happening, but they form into teams anyway. Some because they don't want to get in trouble with the teacher, and some because they want to see their classmates' skin. Judd and Bruce pick their teammates with great care, in order of athleticism, until they get down to the last few kids. Jane, Jack, Winston, Marcus and Maggie. Bruce picks Maggie, and Mr. Klein notes that Judd looks oddly relieved. Judd in turn picks Winston. Bruce grabs Marcus. Judd looks over who is left. Jane's jeans are so tight she looks like she can barely move. An easy target. Jack only needs to get hit once before his towel comes off and he's eliminated. A liability. He reluctantly picks Jane. Jack by default joins Bruce's team.
The two captains put the dodgeballs on the center line. They are just about to begin when Mr. Klein stops them. "Hold up, you forgot somebody!" He indicates to Cynthia.
"What? Me?"
"You're certainly not behaving like a teacher. Chasing around some poor girl in just your bra. If you want to act like one of these damn kids, you can play with them too! Seeing as Bruce had the last pick, you go join Judd's team."
Cynthia jogs over to her side. Bruce's team perks up at the chance to strip their student teacher. "BEGIN!" Yells Mr. Klein.
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Gym Class Part 7- Jane
Tue Jan 5, 2016 1:32am
Back to see how our old friend is hanging in there
Part 7-Jane
Jane takes up position in the back, trying to stay inconspicuous in order to preserve her decency for as long as possible. The captains, Judd and Bruce, eye each other up intensely. The two football players still hold an intense rivalry, even though Bruce was relegated to defense this year. She watches half of each team charge the middle line, pick up a dodgeball, and fire. The war has begun.
Maggie pegs Judd before he can even get a throw off. Who knew she could move so fast? The captain rips his shirt off and fires a bullet right back at her. The girl grins and pulls her gym shirt over her head to reveal a sports bra struggling with its massive burden. Maggie reloads, but instead of throwing at Judd again she sends one flying at Cynthia. Direct hit. She huffs and peels off her yoga pants. Now in only her bra and panties, the beautiful student teacher runs around her side of the gym in a panic, desperately avoiding airborne projectiles.
BAM! It hit Jane on the head so hard she finds herself on her butt and gazing up at the chaos around her, dazed. She shouldn't have been so interested in the drama unfolding and been more alert. After a second her senses return and she fretfully removes her jeans. It isn't a big deal to Jane to take those off, seeing as they only slow her down and everyone has already seen her panties anyway. However, she is well aware of the thin line she is approaching- the next hit, she’ll have a choice to make. Take off her panties and walk around bottomless in front of all these boys, or take off her shirt and show her class that she has no bra to shield her budding breasts.
Jane moves around more swiftly now without pants, dodging balls with ease and feeling strangely alive. It's almost good to feel the cool air on her thighs. She watches the game unfold, with balls flying everywhere and red-faced teens reluctantly removing their clothes. Most of the class is now missing at least one article. The first topless girl appears on Bruce’s side of the field, and everyone takes a minute to revel in the reality of a semi-nude student in their gym class. Bruce's team immediately rallies, however, and soon Judd’s team has two topless girls and a guy down to only his boxers. Jane sees Jack running around like a wild man, clutching his towel for dear life. When a fully clothed Bruce nails Judd in the gut, the captain takes off his shorts and calls to Mr. Klein for a timeout in just his boxers.
“Time out?” snorts Klein. “What makes you think I'm going to let you kids call timeouts? I want to see some action!” Mr. Klein takes another look at the nearly nude pile of muscles, and notices with a cold sweat that the quarterback is on the brink of another of his infamous roid rages. He blows the whistle. “On second thought, it might lead to a more interesting game if you morons strategize a little. Timeout to Team Judd!”
The team forms a huddle around their captain. “What the hell is happening out there?” He rages. “I'm trying to carry this team to victory, to preserve our clothes and our dignity, and this is how you back me up? I see titties out in the open here, and Todd, pretty soon we’ll be seeing your thingy. I look over at that poser Bruce’s team, and what do I see? A captain who's still got all his clothes on, and a team that's not showing nearly as much skin as us. Hell, Jack is still running around like Tarzan with his ...in’ towel. Winston, have you even touched a ball yet? Jane? Damnit. Here's what we’re going to do. Those of you who are true alphas like me, ...in’ warriors, we’re going to charge the front lines hard. Get aggressive, get the balls, and don't you dare give them back to the other side of the court without making some losers show their skin. For those of you who won't, who are going to stick to the rear, that's fine. But don't just stand there. Catch every rebound off the wall, and snipe Bruce’s key players. They won't be expecting a throw from the rear, so just pick your targets and execute. Got me?” Judd begins high-fiving his newly hyped team. “This only ends ONE way! Either we’re naked, or they are! Fight for your clothes! Fight for your pride! Fight for your lust! WE WILL HAVE VICTORY!!!” The team’s cheers are deafening. “Judd on 3! 1...2...3… JUDD!!!”
The team breaks huddle, whooping and hollering. “THE RIVERS WILL RUN RED WITH THE BLOOD OF MY ENEMIES!!!” Winston bellows.
“Okay, Jesus. Maybe take it down a bit, but I like your spirit. Didn't know you had it in you. Why don't you come on up to the front lines with me?” Judd invites.
The shift in momentum is evident from the moment the whistle sounds to resume play. Judd’s team, once on the ropes, is now slamming balls off of their opponents with an inspired passion. Girls and guys peel off their shirts and shorts. Most are now just playing in their undergarments. A couple more girls are forced to unhook their bras. Even Bruce himself must now play shirtless. Jane and Cynthia form a formidable duo in the back ranks, warning each other of danger and returning their rebounds with solid throws down the court. Eventually, the first student is rendered nude and forced to watch from the sidelines. To Jane’s pleasure, it's one of Bruce’s linebackers, a muscle-bound senior who drops his hands down below his six-pack and lowers his underwear. She feels a strange sensation as his dong flops out and he steps shamefully out of his boxers. She watches him waddle his way to the sidelines with both hands cupped firmly over his package and she giggles.
“Jane, watch out!” Cynthia tries to warn her but it is too late. A ball, seemingly out of nowhere, strikes her on the hip. Her breath catches in her throat. What is she to do? If she takes off her shirt, not only will everyone see her breasts but they will notice that she doesn't have a bra like every other girl in the class. But if she chooses her panties, she will spend the rest of the lockdown displaying her pussy and the other girls will probably call her a slut for jumping straight to being bottomless. Furthermore, they’ll laugh at her pubic hair, which is not shaved like most of the girls because has only just begun to grow. Thinking she has made up her mind, she painstakingly lifts her shirt up, closing her eyes and bracing herself for the worst of the ridicule. She brings up the bottom of her shirt so that it just barely covers her chest. Then, having a sudden change of heart, she drops its. She pulls her panties down to her ankles as quickly as she can and steps out of them.
With her bare ass and pussy out in the open, Jane is more concerned with dodging the glances of her classmates than dodging balls. Winston, with his eyes on the wrong side of the gym, takes a ball to the back and takes off his gym shorts. Jack nearly lets his towel slip. A distracted boy on her team gets pegged and has to take off his boxers. He jogs right in front of Jane with his hands cupped over his junk on his way to the sidelines, throwing a furtive look in her direction.
A whistle cuts through the chaos. “Alright, halftime, since half of you sloths seem too tired to dodge the damn balls. I expect a better show when we resume!”
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Gym Class Part 8- Cynthia
Wed Apr 20, 2016 7:17am
Part 8- Cynthia
The student teacher ran over to Mr. Klein as soon as the whistle blew. “You can’t do this!” she pleaded. “I’m just wearing my bra and panties in front of all these students that I was supposed to teach! Do you have any idea how humiliating that is?”
“Not my problem, sweetheart. Besides, weren’t you already running around half naked before the game even started?” Suddenly his eyes lit up in a way Cynthia didn’t like. “Ok, how about this. We’ll stop playing dodgeball… AND you can keep what you have on… but you have to convince the rest of the class to get naked instead. All of them. “
Cynthia didn’t respond. She thought about the injustice of it. Should all of those kids have to expose their private areas to their classmates just so she can keep hers covered?
“I’m not sure how much longer they’ll listen to me. But you, you’re one of them now, you stripped with them, you can convince them to keep going.”
“Ok. I’ll do it.” Cynthia said, ashamed. “But what if the lockdown ends before they’re all naked?”
He just laughed.
Cynthia calls the two teams together and beckons over the nude students on the sidelines. “Ok, guys, listen up. Mr. Klein says the dodgeball game is over.” The students cheer.
“Can we put our clothes back on now?” Jane begs, bottomless.
“No! I mean, we have to play a new game now.”
The crowd groans. But at the same time, they looked a little excited. Some of the boys aren’t even bothering to try to hide their boners at this point. Maybe convincing them wouldn’t be as hard as she thought.
“OK… here’s what I’m thinking. I’m going to take all the clothes you’ve lost into Mr. Klein’s office. If you take off the rest of your clothes right now, I’ll just put them with the rest and you will get them back at the end of class. If you don’t, you’ll have to play any strip game that I choose until only one of you remains clothed. But if you choose to risk it to hang onto your clothes, they are mine.”
The class mulled it over. Cynthia knew what they were thinking. It was one thing to be naked now, when so many were already showing their private parts, but to leave the class naked? To walk through the school and then home in the buff?
Most of the students with clothes left began to strip them off. They popped off their bras, stepped out of their pants, and slid down their panties and boxers under the watchful eyes of their classmates. One by one they presented their clothes to Cynthia. She watched them approach her with their hands cupped over their privates and then walk back to their class with their butts wiggling with each step. She’s relieved that so many of them decided to make her job easy.
Cynthia scans the students for the holdouts. Jane wears only a t-shirt. Judd is covered by just a thin pair of boxers. Winston, Bruce, and Maggie are in various states of undress, while Jack is still clutching his towel.
Let the games begin.
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Gym Class Part 9- Jack
Sat Apr 23, 2016 12:20am
Sorry about the long break from the story. The next parts should be coming regularly. Glad you all are enjoying it.
Part 9- Jack
The naked students stood at the side of the gym, watching the show and waiting to see who would be joining them next. They whoop and holler and whisper, or maybe they don’t. Jack always had a hard time telling where voices originate.
“Ok, the first round will be a race. Three laps around the gym. The last one takes off the rest of their clothes.” Cynthia declared. Jack didn’t hear a word of it. He was fastidiously studying the student teacher’s every curve, well displayed by her black bra and chintzy panties. He was caught off guard when she whistled and the other five kids took off like roadrunners, leaving him in the dust. Panicking, he chases them as fast as he can while keeping both hands firmly on either side of his towel to keep it up.
Judd and Bruce are neck-and neck in the front, far beyond any of the other competitors. They try to jostle each other out of the way to take the lead. Winston and Maggie are in third and fourth place, huffing and wheezing. Pretty little Jane lags behind, running awkwardly with both hands between her legs, shielding herself from the onlookers. This is your chance, Jacky-boy. Run past her. The voices egg him on as he gains ground on the bottomless girl who has caused him so much grief.
As he grows closer towards the end of the first lap, his eyes fixate on her bare bottom, watching it move as she runs. The voices chide him as a bulge begins to appear towards the top of his towel. It grows until he is forced to slow down, each step becoming more difficult with the new burden under his towel. He panics as Jane’s bare ass threatens to leave him behind as they approach the final lap. You know what you have to do Jack. Do it. Do it now.
Jack swallows his dignity and adjusts his towel so that the opening is squarely in front of him. He sticks his erect penis out of the opening. Newly liberated, he focuses in on Jane’s butt and sprints as fast as he can after it. As they approach the final stretch, the two are nearly equal. Jane looks to her right at Jack with horror. Then she does a double take, as if she can’t believe his stiffy is poking so proudly out of his towel. That hesitation is all Jack needs, and he surges into first twenty feet from the finish line. He is filled with euphoria at the thought of winning. Jack never wins anything. You got this Jack. Make us proud. “I will,” he accidentally replies outloud.
The finish line is right in front of him. Time seems to slow down. He feels a warm hand on his hip, reaching inside his towel. He feels it yank his only garment to the ground. It gets tangled around his feet, and he eats shit on the cold, unforgiving ground. Jane races past him, cheering and jumping around with her hands in the air, momentarily forgetting her partial nudity.
Jack continues to lie face down on the gym floor for several minute, just a few inches from the finish line, his bare butt on display for his classmates. Eventually Cynthia comes over to him to demand his towel. He pulls himself into a sitting position, his still erect penis pointing at the sky. Head bowed, he hands over the towel. Rubbing his bruises, he forces himself to stand and face his fellow students. They jeer at his performance and laugh at his stiffy. He jogs over to them both hands over his rod.
“I’m sorry,” he tells the voices. They aren’t happy. Damn it, Jack.
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Gym Class Part 10- Winston
Sat Apr 23, 2016 10:20pm
Part 10- Winston
Winston looks at Cynthia with dread. He stands with the other partially clothed students, not quite knowing what to do with his hands or his eyes, and certainly not knowing what to do about his lack of pants. He had never been been in front of anyone with just a t-shirt and boxers before.
“The second challenge,” Cynthia announces, “is going to be rope-climbing.” Winston’s heart sank. Never had he been able to actually climb one of those things. “Whoever can’t make it to the top has to strip.”
Judd and Bruce went first, one after the other. Neither athlete had the slightest problem reaching the top.
Maggie went next. She somehow survived the dodgeball game having only lost her shirt. Her luck continues, as to everyone’s amazement she somehow scales the great rope hanging down from the ceiling. Her thick arms are able to drag her considerable mass upwards one hand at a time. She descends just as steadily, and now everyone looks to Jane.
The shy beauty hesitantly approaches the rope. She has one hand covering her front and one hand spread across her rear to try to hide it from the gaze of the crowd. However, she is forced to to take one hand, then the other, off her skin and onto the rope. She begins to climb, although not nearly as steadily as her predecessors. She scrambles to gain solid traction with her feet, and her hands keep coming dangerously close to slipping. They must be sweat, Winston figures.
Eventually Jane gets her feet up seven or eight feet above the ground. One of her hands slips suddenly and she is left hanging on by just one hand, swinging back and forth and looking horrified. Winston rushes under her, prepared to catch her if she falls, as if he would do anything except get flattened. Jane manages to regain her grip with both hands and regain her composure. Winston, however, loses his. His new position directly below Jane has yielded a show-stopping view. His jaw drops to the floor and he stares straight up at her vagina. He is transfixed, unable to move a muscle as he watches her climb the remaining fifty feet to the top. When she begins her descent she looks down, and notices with horror where Winston is and where he is looking. He stares as she slowly lowers herself back to the ground, her pussy growing closer and closer every second. Jane’s feet now dangle directly above Winston’s head, and she gives the peeping boy a swift kick to the noggin so that she has room to drop back to the ground. Red-faced and mortified, Jane uses her hands to shield her privates once more and retreats to the rest of the group.
Now Winston comes face-to-face with the rope himself. He gets a good grip. It takes several tries to hoist himself up off the ground, but eventually he does so. He is less than ten feet off the ground when he looks down. Big mistake. He freezes, crippled by his fear of heights. He looks around desperately for help. He sees Jane walk over to Cynthia and whisper something in her ear. She nods and they both giggle.
The two girls walk over the the rope and stop directly beneath him, looking straight up. Winston’s feels his face turn red. They must be able to see right up his boxers! He desperately twists and contorts his lower body to try to block their view.
Jane whispers something else to Cynthia and she laughs. Jane grabs the rope with one hands and shakes it as hard as she can. Winston comes tumbling down. The whole class laughs, though none harder than Jane.
“Winston, your clothes.” Cynthia says, holding out her hand.
“That’s not fair! She cheated.”
“Winston, the rules were very clear. You did not reach the top. Now, please, give me your clothes. You won’t get them back at the end of the period.”
With dozens of eyes on him, Winston strips off his shirt and hands it to the underwear-clad student teacher. With eyes closed, he pulls his boxers down to his ankles and hands those in as well.
The whole class gasps. He opens his eyes, and they are all staring in shock at his penis. “Holy shit, that thing’s huge!” One of the girls on the sidelines exclaims. Some other girls giggle in agreement. Even Jane and Cynthia can’t seem to believe it.
“It certainly does look bigger up close.” Cynthia murmurs. Jane’s jaw is wide open.
Deeply uncomfortable, Winston tries to cover his junk with both hands, yet finds that they cannot conceal even half of it.